Chapter 136

Ariadne doesn’t know how long she’s been asleep for, an ache in her ancient bones, shedding tears over a dream she can’t remember.

It’s light out, just barely dawn or dusk, Ariadne’s not sure. Blue casts over them, lines on the wall, setting divisions that aren’t truly there.

Victor’s asleep, eyelids fluttering, every breath he takes is a strain, followed by a whistle. It hurts Ariadne to her core. He’s not recovering, that time has long since past. He needs medical attention.

F*ck the costs. So what if he’s Victor Erickson, legendary mythos surrounding him, a ruthless and terrible criminal.

He’s also a father and the love of Ariadne’s life. Doesn’t he deserve to live too? Hasn’t his life been about doing more good than harm?

And one thing can be said for sure, when Victor was on the throne, there was order.

“A-Ariadne?” A voice cuts into the night.

“Baby?” Ariadne replies, cupping Victor’s face.

It’s not Victor though, still asleep, eyes closed in eternal slumber. He forgets